Akaashi kicked his legs out of bed and strode to his window. His eyes lighting up, Bokuto straightened his back and fished his hand into his pocket. The both of them didn't exchange any words after that, ending the conversation just as suddenly as it had started. "Shut up." He watched as Bokuto gathered it up in his arms and threw it around himself. He was paler than the others who walked along in the halls, and soft, dark circles sat under his eyes. They felt mandatory now. i also really appreciated their dialogue and certain scenes they had together (when they play volleyball + when he sneaks out to visit + seeing the snow + "you are beautiful" through the notes app). You like volleyball too?! Akaashi turned away and frowned. He moved forward. In the span of a little over a month, Bokuto had gone from a general one-hundred and fifty pounds to a mere ninety-seven pounds, last time they'd weighed him. Kuroo's voice was reserved and reluctant. Akaashi's face buried into the crook of his neck. It seemed more along the lines of an act of affection, or at least as affectionate as Kenma could get, which wasn't much. He could still see Bokuto's hand, and it had frozen in place. He turned his head weakly, and his body along with it. " Are you here to see Bokuto Koutarou?" "There's something about Bokuto that doesn't sit well with me. i felt sad abt it, im jus really confused at the ending, like was it a dream, hallucination, afterlife,etc? "Yeah, I'm-," He turned his head, "Is there someone in there?" Akaashi had kept his eyes closed for quite a while, trying to fall into a deep sleep, but found that he couldn't, or at least, not as quickly as he thought he could. DEFINITELY. Whenever we did, Kuroo and Bokuto would meet up afterwards and spend time together. I'll have to watch it again.". Kuroo froze. He felt his heart rate accelerate, and his throat tightened as his vision blurred. Or maybe January? He was shocked. "You know Um" He looked down and rubbed his neck roughly, leaving behind deep, red marks. I know Im asking for spoilers but I still want to know the anticipation is killing me! He'd usually ask yes or no questions, ones that were easy for Bokuto to answer with a nod or shake of the head. He then turned his attention to Akaashi. I'm already three quarters done and I'm bawling my eyes out. He found that speaking was taking much more energy than he thought. "What are you doing?". Staring down wide-eyed at the floor of the hospital room, Bokuto fought to find words. He lay his cheek on the top of Akaashi's head and kept still, daring not to wake him. Stop asking already. "Get back into bed. Akaashi.". Bokuto looked back up and thought for a moment, then nodded. Exhaling heavily, Akaashi turned to look at the desk near his bed. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. Another two weeks had passed since Akaashi had seen Bokuto, but this time, he waited outside of the hospital, several meters away from the entrance. ", "Because it's three in the morning and I want to fit some sleep into my schedule. He swore without a filter. There was silence, and then there was a sound. It had been three days since Bokuto's passing, and surely enough, sleep did not come to Akaashi as easily as it used to. "Drowning in something black, sort of like tar. He was trying everything he could to psych himself into doing at least something to let Bokuto know that he was there for him. "I said come." They find eachother again, and it's a happy ending. His hands tensed, relaxed, and rested against his neck. After a moment, quietly, he spoke. His undivided attention was on Bokuto. i'm in spain but the s is silent. Akaashi's grip tightened around his phone. It was frustrating, it was infuriating, and it was overall saddening, but Akaashi could not show any of this. It's very good. "Well, I guess that's it for now. The night sky had suddenly become a pale blue, and the warm orange glow of the sun slowly spread across the horizon. He's sick. Characters die in one life?" This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers. He turned his head to look out the window, eyeing the moon timidly. The cold was no longer a factor to Akaashi. "What's the big deal? "How does it feel? He pressed pause on his PSP and tapped one end of it against his open palm. Shifting in his seat, Bokuto pulled himself closer to Akaashi, one hand grasping the blanket that had been given to him. He strode to him quickly, cupping the already melting snow in his hands. [Nightmare? Akaashi grew silent and knitted his fingers together on his stomach, his head relaxing into his pillow. "I guess I could find some time to talk every so often." I may not be as sharp as I used to, but that whole 'Time flies when you're having fun,' rule still applies to me, even today.". The words left his mouth reluctantly. Akaashi watched Bokuto, mesmerized by his actions. Genres Fan FictionLGBTRomanceBoys LoveAnimeQueerManga 104 pages, ebook Published January 1, 2015 Book details & editions The other spoke in a quiet voice, low and brooding. It was the weakest sound Akaashi had ever heard. He looked down at Bokuto's phone. It was a quiet laugh. He gripped his phone in his hand and took in a deep breath, filling his lungs with all the air that he could before he exhaled through his nostrils. Sho has navy blue/black hair and brown eyes. Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Kenma rubbed his nose with his sleeve. Kind of confusing, but good. From: Kuroo (Sent January 31st at 2:25 PM), [Things could be better. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Bokuto rubbed the back of his neck. "Was he ever fond of them? Akaashi moved his head to the side and touched his forehead to Bokuto's neck. tip: austen words:10000-50000 sort:title. ", "When I said that it would be a tough mess for them to clean up" Akaashi sounded genuinely confused. He then reached out and took hold of Bokuto's arm to help him back to the bed. "I don't want to." He wanted nothing to do with it. Akaashi was at a loss for words. I'm", "Don't." "This is Kuroo, a close friend of mine. ", Akaashi clenched his jaw behind a mildly irritated face. Just as those words left Akaashi's mouth, the clouds outside parted, allowing the setting sun's orange light to flood into the room. He answered blatantly. He waves goodbye to his sister, shuts the door, and then walks to school, taking in a breath of the cool morning air. "I know you aren't going to ask, so I'll just let you know. Because of the nightmare? "May I ask your name?" Partly be-cause I was too afraid to read up on it. He blinked sluggishly. He only sniffed on occasion, and shifted in place, but never did he say anything to oppose Akaashi's decision. Playing off of this, Akaashi texted for Kuroo to send an image of himself for Bokuto to see. Akaashi stood from his seat and walked to the windowsill. Gazing up at Akaashi, Bokuto frowned and tried to form some words, but failed in the end. He sat in his room for the majority of the day, and had spent at least six hours awake until he'd picked his phone up in his hands again. Akaashi sighed and lazily dragged his finger along the d-pad. There's a storm coming. Get help and learn more about the design. "By sneaking out! Tokyo needs a little more snow now and then. In minutes, the information desk was in his sights, and for the first time in forever, he'd actually gone to it. All he had to do was talk to someone, and in an instant, they would be involved in Bokuto's lively shenanigans once again. What normally would have pained someone to say, he delivered with ease, and with that same grin to boot. Are you busy?". He felt like he could enjoy Kozume's company, what with how his words lacked all form of emotion. Blinking, Akaashi turned his attention back to Kuroo and Bokuto. Realizing this, Akaashi decided to take action instead and reach out to comfort him, but not even this he could do. He wasted no time ascending the steps needed to get to the part of the hospital where he'd almost reached all that time ago. Imagine their faces when they notice I'm not even in my room." He moved in his seat and sat straight against the head of the bed, then looked down at Bokuto. He'd scroll up, up, up until the first text, then would scroll all the way down again, waiting for the ellipse to appear on the lower left side of the screen. Another laugh. It's ridiculous.". Akaashi looked down and away from Bokuto, then back to the window. He moved closer, his other hand taking hold of Bokuto's. Obeying with hesitance, Bokuto shifted towards Akaashi and lay against him, fitting into the curve of his arm. text me when you're finished! Akaashi inhaled quietly. ], [Alright, well We'll just see about that.]. Akaashi dragged a hand down his face. I am weak.If anyone here has also watched, and enjoyed, the movie Cloud Atlas, then I hope this hits closer to home than usual.I really hope that whoever reads this enjoys. So then why was he so cheerful about his entire situation? Bokuto talked quietly in response to Kenma, gave a nod, and smiled. He brought his hand down to his side. Akaashi opened the first movie that he had in his computer's memory. Kuroo leaned forward and joined his hands together. Akaashi stifled a laugh. My face was the only thing sticking out." In the span of those three days, he had only acquired a little over four hours of sleep in total. It was cold. Pursing his lips into a thin line, Akaashi looked down and noticed that Kenma had laced his fingers together. 75. If you watched Haikyuu, and anime, I would definitely recommend this ebook. and inhaled with frailty. Hesitantly, Akaashi barely managed to wave back before he heard his name being called from that all too familiar room, by that all too familiar voice. He leaned his chin against the palm of his hand and chortled. He rubbed his face quietly. After three sets, there was another hit, and another cheer from the former ace. Akaashi was glad to have made it in time. "I would stay if it were up to me. He entered his home with Bokuto in a matter of minutes, having walked faster than usual. He'd be furious with everyone in there, and he knew that the same pain burned within Akaashi, too. Bokuto would wince and snap back to reality the way someone would when they dreamt they were falling. Looking down swiftly, Akaashi's sights locked onto his hands. He looked around and frowned, and figured it would be best to take his leave. It squeezed him, threatening to crush him from the inside out. rockin' the west coast prayer group; easy bulky sweater knitting pattern. It's a little too late for that, Bokuto." Bokuto turned his head, the pillow crumpling under his neck. Akaashi had looked up from his phone and stuffed it into his jacket pocket as the energetic hospital patient made his way across the lot. But for what it's worth, my name is Bokuto.". "I heard the doctors talking. "Okay." At times, Bokuto would do nothing but lie there in bed, twitching back awake whenever his body tried so desperately to fall into the sleeping state that it once knew. Perplexed, Akaashi directed his full attention to Bokuto. Akaashi pursed his lips and nodded once. This was not what he wanted. He just didn't want to accept it. One of the voices belonged to Bokuto. Sucking his teeth, Bokuto pulled the blanket up to just beneath his chin. The black haired male bounced the ball again and walked over to position. "Of course they do." He studied the small needle that was lodged into Bokuto's forearm, eyed the thin tube that was attached to this, and followed it up to the bag of IV fluid that hung above his head. It works for me as well. "Fucking bullshit." He made it home without so much as a hello to his parents who sat in the living room. He only accepted my company. Judging by his still trembling hands, he knew he wasn't. Akaashi lifted his head from his pillow and reached a hand out to grab his phone. "I'll show you." Juli 2022 . ", "Well if you've watched it seven times then why not watch it an eighth time? "Three words? "Akaashi Keiji." Kuroo was quiet on the other end. This is why I never read Major Character Death. "Hey- Akaashi, right? "It's been over three hours, actually. He only looked like a tall, thin, black mass now as he stood near the stairway. Um" He scratched at his cheek, just below his eye. Your interest is always appreciated. He said in a hushed voice. "Don't call me that." Akaashi squirmed in discomfort. I am still crying. Work Search: Akaashi frowned heavily as he entered the hospital. In a matter of minutes, just as Akaashi had started to fidget, Bokuto spoke up. "It was sudden." He wanted for him to spike it at least once lest Bokuto threw a self hate-induced panic attack. Sorry for always messaging you so late. Sitting back, he reached a hand out and paused the movie that'd been on screen. Cold. Blatantly, he thanked her, and continued on his way, passing by several rooms as he did so. But as he thought of it, he figured he couldn't be blamed for it. He was the only person who could get him through those horrible moments, after all. It's another reason why I didn't want to pay Bokuto any visits." Bokuto's answer was delayed. "You chose the perfect night." He twisted his body to reach for the box of Pocky that sat on the counter. WE HAVE TO PLAY TOGETHER.]. He glanced to the side. Bokuto held out his own, eager to see if it were true. "I thought you were waiting for the snow. He then stared at Akaashi, waiting for his response. Akaashi continued to read on. He jogged downstairs, slipped his shoes on, and was out the door in seconds, making his way down the familiar route to the hospital. Not in the state that he was in. He held onto the IV stand with one hand and Akaashi's hand with his other as he hobbled over to the window. Akaashi cocked his head back to demonstrate this, with his finger tapping his chin. January 19th, 6:40pm. But he couldn't keep it up forever. Though he'd been dressed in normal, casual clothing, upon further examination, there was indeed something sickly about him. Akaashi sat cross legged in the seat adjacent to Bokuto's bed. He let it fall over his stomach, and there it rested. He placed one hand on the windowsill and squeezed, his knuckles going white. There was definitely a storm coming his way, so Akaashi knew that Bokuto would need him. Without hesitation, he ran across the court to retrieve the ball. You? I've got time. "Insomnia." That's all?" Kuroo's the bigger one. "Close your eyes for the time being." Eventually, Bokuto drew back his hand and let it fall to his side. It was a good idea to have never told them about him after all. In the past, he'd always get sort of tense and paranoid whenever a storm would pass over head, but that was kind of it. He wears a white shirt and blue trousers, and is also seen wearing pyjamas in the movie when it is his bedtime. Just sleep, it'll pass away [Chorus] In another life I'll be well for you So we can stay up and watch our favorite movie until two In another life I'll chase after you Just like hide and. "Why are you standing? Are you alright?". And even if he could speak, he wouldn't have been able to talk for long considering the state he was in. It's why I didn't want to come along. caohezi, soggycereaal, Eclipce_Kitty, sisachoo, Moonlight_Starlight, coffeeeejelly, NagitosOnlyHope, Cat_man, whaleinsea, cupcakehinata, eve_ilDoll, Levida, Hallow_Darkfrost, KeeganIsVeryDead, idyllicjade, aizawasscarf, Bl00d_Gutz404, lemon_lime2021, mxrey, Average_Fangirl330, Mii15, jevil_Jay, linom, Gay_MentallyIll_Rat, jellyforfish, Len_Kiwi, barwinek, Another_Usuario, ry_jv, hyaracinth, si11y1i1y, f4iiries, Melicity, ImmediatelyWriting, Wigglyflapjacks, zhengokokok, hualiansss, ordeal, DinDin_akdifbsidsbdi_human, stxrsprxte, anonymousxbelle, Hypsilon, BubblegumTerminator, DrarryxLover, xumiun, Vas_vlas, Alidareisss, Penepon, FivePointsManhattan, Rey_xx, and 28352 more users Akaashi stepped in and shut the door behind him. (Not my story all credits goes to LittleLuxray on ao3) Normally he would have been red with irritation from the sound of such irksome persistence, but the smile that would claim Bokuto's face whenever he agreed to something would make Akaashi forget all about how frustrated he was. It shocked him as Akaashi continued. So he didn't care anymore. He breathed in that familiar scent that he'd grown so attached to, then exhaled quietly against Bokuto's prominent collar bone. ", "I hope so. Having been neck deep in his own sorrows, Kuroo was blind to Akaashi's. Lying next to Akaashi, a ghostly pale Bokuto smiled. They had a strange relationship, to say the least. Yeah, he left the room. He climbed into bed and folded one leg, pulling over his laptop to start it up. Akaashi made his way to the hospital for the umpteenth time that week, his hands in his jacket pockets and his nose burying into the burgundy knit scarf that protected him from the chilly weather. A subtle, gentle sound. He touched his forehead to Bokuto's shoulder, which only earned a laugh from him. "I did" He paused for a moment. Akaashi raised his eyebrows. Surprised, Akaashi gave Bokuto his attention again. Akaashi scowled. "I'm not coming back to visit him anymore. He was trying to, he truly was, but he just couldn't. ", "That's the same thing!" He placed it on the counter near his bedside and buried himself into the blanket that he had so openly shared with Bokuto. He expected to hear a whine of resistance from him, but instead received nothing. His voice was gentle, light on Bokuto's ears. Looking back to Bokuto, he was relieved to see that he still had his attention on the window. Bokuto had his head turned away. I'm taking you back." When he exhaled, a puff of smoke left him. Emerald eyes searched Bokuto's own for an honest answer. It was warm on him, certainly something that one would find comforting, but as he stirred in bed, he was certain that something was off. On the first night out of the three, Akaashi flat out refused to get any rest in fear of suffering another night terror. He could practically hear the frown in his voice. Kuroo looked at Akaashi sideways. I thought it was what you wanted". "Just Because" He replied in what almost sounded like a surprised tone. "No, it's alright. But as he thought of it, as he narrowed down the true meanings of both phrases, he ultimately could not decide which of the two were more horrifying. But as each second passed, Akaashi could feel his own pain building up more and more within him. "Akaashi?" Verffentlicht am 1. You shouldn't be-". They didn't speak for a moment, and the room was filled with the hushed sounds of the outside. "Sorry." He was extremely pale, and somehow thinner than before, but he kept that same smile on his face. He spoke gently in Bokuto's direction. And here he is". No one was around." as well as He must have been. Alarmed, he snapped around quickly. I've just got something to take care of, but I'll be sure to visit you tomorrow.". Their walking then slowed to a halt, and it was then that Akaashi had become aware of the new individual who'd invaded his personal space. Complete and utter silence befell them afterwards. He couldn't feel it. They sat heavily in the pit of his stomach, churning and pestering him, urging him to throw up. In no time, Bokuto was standing in front of Akaashi, eager in every way to make it to the gymnasium. Akaashi closed his eyes against him. Out in the dead of night stood Bokuto, with the burgundy knit scarf around his neck, a jacket, jeans, and slippers. "Kuroo?" But that still doesn't make me a better person. Where most people would detach themselves, Bokuto took hold and wouldn't let go, being as persistent as he was energetic. ], [No, more like the clichd kind, where you sit up in bed in a cold sweat. He started on his way without so much as a second glance in the other's direction. After several seconds, he'd returned to see that Bokuto had changed his position in bed entirely. Kuroo panned the phone to his side, and a blurred Kenma came into focus on screen. Why is that? "Akaashi? Our teams would face each other often. They go back a couple of years.". "It did at first, when I didn't understand why. He set the drinks down and shuffled into bed, as if trying not to wake the other. He watched Bokuto with a wary gaze, unaware of what he was to say next. Maybe taking him outside for a while would do him some good. Those yellow eyes of his would often dart to the floor, then to the ceiling, around the room, and back to the floor, but he would never look at Akaashi. Akaashi placed the box back onto the counter and huffed softly. His hands showed what his face dared not. How old is Bokuto and Akaashi? He held his breath, then proceeded to ask again. "The gymnasium's about ten minutes that way." He tried to open his mouth to say them, but he performed another action instead. His breathing was controlled, much like one of a person's who was actually asleep. ", "Yeah Yeah. It was the only normal thing to do, considering how he was the one who was suffering from said disease. Akaashi muttered. Akaashi rose from his seat to enter the room, but instead found Bokuto standing at the door in seconds, his eyes wide with surprise. He managed a feeble shrug and turned to continue on with the movie that he'd watched for the thirtieth time already. Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. He sat cross-legged, with a shirt on that was two sizes too big, and a hat that looked as if it had been placed on his head without his consent. You never miss a day Don't your parents ever ask why you come here so much? He already knew. ", "His entire body was relaxed. Akaashi set his phone down and leaned back slowly, resting the back of his head against his pillow. Akaashi sat in bed, laptop in his lap, as his fingers scrolled and typed frantically. He'd only spoken to Kuroo once before, and they barely exchanged any words. Nov 3, 2020 - Read Fan art (2) from the story In another life bokuto x akaashi by bakutosbigbooty with 18,728 reads. I know that you know that, too And yet you still stick by me.". "I'm going straight to sleep.". I would like that. "I'm often busy. I've realized that I don't want to come here anymore. To the garden out in the back.". Sometimes I think I'm funny. It was cold and shook in short bursts. Silently and almost in fascination, Bokuto stared at Akaashi once again, longer this time before he looked up, then down, then away. 15 jun. "What is it? After this, he would repeat the same process, paying little to no mind to the freezing cold that surrounded him. Akaashi nodded, glad to have made an acquaintance, and would have relaxed into his seat if not for the sudden disembodied voice that startled him soon after Kenma's sentence. He was redirecting the pain. Whatever was left of Akaashi's smile faded. His breathing evened out and in no time, he could feel himself slipping, slowly, into the warm grasp of sleep, unable to resist. Akaashi frowned and felt that familiar pain pierce his chest. When the screen lit up, a text message from Bokuto waited there for him. He looked down, his hair hanging over his face. He pushed Akaashi back this time. Hesitating for only a second, he reached his hand out and took the device into his hands. Kuroo scratched the back of his head. It took him some time to get down what he wanted to say, but after several minutes, he withdrew his hand. Thin lips pressed into an even thinner line. He sighed his response with a grin. It lit Bokuto's face up just enough for Akaashi to take in those healthy features that were staring back at him. As much as he didn't want to believe it, Akaashi wanted so badly to help. "Five weeks ago, he was in shambles. Often times, however, Akaashi would disagree with his parents, unhappy with the suggestions they'd given him. "I can barely keep my eyes open by day, and can barely keep them closed by night." There anymore? Kuroo echoed the words in agreement. Unknown to Bokuto, he watched him quietly through almost closed eyelids, his thick lashes being enough to hide the fact that he was still awake. He's an okay guy. Akaashi felt that his words were a bit bitter, but he had no other way of telling Bokuto the truth. He held his face against the corpse's neck, just beneath the jawline, breathing in all that was left of Bokuto. Akaashi didn't even have to see his face to know that Bokuto was beaming. "Akaa-sh- d-don't-" Bokuto struggled with his breathing. A shiver racked Akaashi, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand. ], [No, he can't. ", "Comforting?" ", The male who stood across from Akaashi shifted his weight to one leg. their spirits found each other again as they moved on to "another life". He had to be. He pressed his lips into a thin line and fell backwards on his bed. "I don't think I want to ask about the symptoms of this illness.". We also all know how Bokuto also gets really depressed (Bokuto's emo mode) in the middle of matches. Bokuto was elated. Especially before certain volleyball matches." Kuroo was just as bitter. But as he spoke about his favorite scene, Akaashi could sense a powerful vibe coming from him One that wasn't there before. You sleep if you want to. "So, how was it, watching the movie for the thousandth time?" They asked about the blanket and the scarf, but they never asked about Bokuto. You really are straightforward, aren't you? In an attempt to move, he tapped his fingers against his legs at an impatient pace. Kuroo? He only bundled himself up in the sheets that surrounded him. The condition can cause memory loss, delusions or depression. "It doesn't matter if you've never met Bokuto before, or if you haven't seen him in ten days, or ten weeks, or ten months, or ten years. I recommend everyone who has the heart for it, READ THIS FIC! Not even a sentence could get past his suffering. From his peripheral, Akaashi could see their hand reaching out to him. "They used to play volleyball together. "I'm fine. You always do.". Akaashi asked sincerely. He kept his head down and played the fool, pretending he didn't see Akaashi. "Yes.". He'd never heard of that disease before. Mentally, he was more than ready to spike, but not so much physically. Akaashi yanked his hands away and stared at Bokuto. After a while, he opened his eyes and sighed, then moved across the court to the net. He was happy that he'd admitted those words. He pulled out a phone, and to Akaashi's dread, he asked for his phone number. He tried to hide his grin with his hand, but it was still visible from the gaps between his fingers. left kudos on this work. He pulled a mock cool expression, but this was cut short as someone else spoke up. The disappointment in his voice was clear. what disease did, bokuto have in another life. Unless Bokuto was purposely playing the fool. Akaashi didn't know why he had this effect on him, but he did, and that was all that mattered to him. It took quite some time for a message from Kuroo to arrive, but when it did, Akaashi realized that he'd sent a video instead of what was initially asked for. Akaashi always made sure to hold Bokuto close and squeeze him tight whenever this happened, just to let him know that he was there for him. Unconsciously, his hand grasped Akaashi's own, and he dragged it down with his lack of strength, causing both of them to startle. He knew that once they found out, they would take Bokuto away from him. He furrowed his brow and exhaled heavily, his eyes looking down. "He does. It's actually snowing.". ", Bokuto snorted. Akaashi liked it when this happened. "I don't Want you to Watch me decay. This is strange. Thank you for stopping by, your interest means everything to me. He smelled sort of like a hospital. Pretty much the only thing wrong with me is that I can't sleep!]. Bokuto's disembodied laughter rang throughout the garden, as if to prove Kenma right. "One, maybe two months at most, if I'm lucky. He left the room quickly, leaving Bokuto by his lonesome. When he'd finally found him, those shining eyes of his lit up just a little more than usual. That familiar feeling of dread was rising from deep within him, something Akaashi wanted to forget. Unnerved, he spoke up again. The page loaded. "Nope." 1) the most possible explanation - it was a dream, and it was all in Akaashi's head. Create an account to follow your favorite communities and start taking part in conversations. Such a task as easy as swallowing was now a problem for Bokuto, too, and after many failed attempts at keeping his food down, or getting it to go down in the first place, the nurses found it would be best if Bokuto received nourishment the only other way possible, and that was through a tube. He could only watch as those tears fell at a faster pace, down onto his hospital gown and onto the floor. At the very least, definitely one of the most impactful. Akaashi shared a bench with Kenma. He looked around in weary haste, but calmed quickly once his memory had returned to him. The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write.
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